Joanna and Michel

What does a smut writer do when he's missing all inspiration and motivation? I don't wanna list what I tried. The inspiration picture was interesting, but then my thought was to consider Kayla's comment and then I couldn't manage anything but “How many times I can I deal with a cock?” Then a reader commented that she found this article about muffing interesting and I couldn't say when I wrote about muffing before so I sat to write. Audrey told me to write about someone other than her.

Joanna pressed her face against the cool, inner wall of her apartment. “What a day,” she muttered. A knock at her door startled her. “Just a moment,” she called out before scurrying to her door. She took a quick look through the peephole.

“I know you're there,” Michel cooed.

Grinning, she opened the thick wooden door to let him in.

“Love.” Michel gave her two quick air kisses, his lips just barely touching her soft skin. He pushed the door closed. “My love.”

“Such a sweet.” Joanna wandered ainto her bedroom, Michel trailing after her. “A guy at work was offering me a new job.”

“Oh?” He sat on her bed near the pillows.

She slipped out of her red pumps and pulled her nylons off. She reached under her tight lemon yellow dress. “At a sex toy shop.”

“You'd be great! Think of all the teaching you could do!”

“Or I'd just be more frustrated than I already am.” She pouted and crashed onto her bed.

He placed his hands on the hem of her dress. “You don't have to be frustrated right now.”

“Help with your fingers and tongue.”

“My pleasure.” He eased her g-string down to her knees. As she pushed, he eased her testicles out of the inguinal canals.

She groaned as he slipped the tips of his index fingers over her skin. “Oh, yes.”

His fingers pressed into the smallest of indents before he eased them further into her pockets. “I'm so glad you taught me how to finger you.” He looked up at her next groan. Wrapping his mouth around her cock, he lifted his gaze to her fingers pinching her nipples. He pressed his fingers deeper into her, both hands moving with short thrusts. He wiggled his hips, his own cock hard in his leather pants.

“Coming, coming,” she muttered with her head rocking back and fort against her pillow.

He hummed and sucked hard on her cock.

“So good, but no jizz yet.”

He kept up his fingering and sucking. He moved his chin against her shaved scrotum. His fingers still fucking her, he pulled his mouth off her cock. “So what's your pleasure?”

“I wanna finish this orgasm.”

He sucked on her more, his tongue working on circumcised head. He moved in his fingers in circles in her canals, the rest of his hands gripping her hips as she started to buck against him. He breathed in as her body spread out with her release.

“One hand, grab my balls,” she grunted.

He eased his left finger out of her canal and squeezed her balls in one hand.
Her feet pressed into the bed and her cum shot into his mouth.

His cock throbbed against his pants in response to her pleasure and he smiled around her cock as he worked to swallow her cum. He lifted his mouth slowly, swallowing as he went. He kissed the tip of her cock. “Thanks, love. Feeling less frustrated?”

​“Yeah, for a bit. You come up here.”